Disclaimer: (i'll say it again in case you guys missed it the first time)I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS THEY ARE J.K. ROWLING'S!
A/N-Hey, i hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
Chapter Two: The Girl He Wanted The Most
"Oh, Harry, please don't leave!" Hermione begged Harry he turned to go.
"Oh, yes, why not stay Scarface!" Malfoy shot evilly.
He watched Hermione, the mudblood, and now Head Girl, latch onto her friends' arm, continuing to beg him to stay.
Since when have they been that close! Draco Malfoy found himself thinking, Malfoy suddenly realized what he had just thought, What the hell was that? Why do I care why she's so close to the scarface? Still…
Malfoy looked back over at the two best friends, You know, I never noticed it before, but she's kind of cute, okay, no, hot! He hated admitting it, but it was true, her body had formed quite nicely over the summer, and, even though her school robes did a pretty good job of concealing it, quite noticeably.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I have to, Professor McGonagall wanted to have a word with me about the Gryffindor Quitddich team, but I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Harry told her, apologetically.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Harry." Hermione agreed sadly, she really didn't want him to go.
"Well, good luck." Harry said, as he pulled her closer to him with an arm around her waist, and gave her a warm hug.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Hermione assured her. Please stay, don't go to McGonagall's! Her inner self pleaded.
Harry, than, leaned forward awkwardly and kissed her on the cheek before departing up the marble staircase, watching Malfoy as he went.
What was that? Hermione wondered, as she blushed a deep crimson, as she watched Harry walk away up the marble staircase, at the top of the stairs he glanced back down at her, catching her eye. He, ever so discreetly, tilted his head towards Malfoy with a look that said, "So he won't try anything-hopefully." Hermione smiled as she watched Harry disappear, he had always looked out for her, and so had Ron, another friend of hers, who also that happened to be a boy, he, of course, was busy with guiding the first years to Gryffindor Tower.
She was all alone, now, and she couldn't help but let her mind trail off to the thought of her mother cry in her father's arms as the train had pulled away from platform Nine and three-quarters.
What was that! Malfoy thought, as an unfamiliar pain pulled at his heartstrings, while he watched Harry depart up the stairs towards McGonagall's' office. He looked over at Hermione, she was standing there with her arms wrapped around herself as she, too, watched Harry ascend the stairs. He looked back at Hermione, she looks so lonely, and then he stopped himself, wait, why in hell do I care? Then he noticed that he had been staring at her for over a minute, and abruptly looked away.
"I can't believe that that old fool made you Head Girl," Malfoy snapped at Hermione, who snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at him, as he continued to speak, "What was that bloody oaf thinking?"
"Don't call him that!" Hermione snapped back at him, "Now, stop it!"
"And if I don't?" Malfoy dared her.
"Then I'll hex you so fast you will not know what hit you," Hermione informed him, then added, her words dipping in sarcasm, "or perhaps that's what I might just do, hit you, squared on your precious face!"
"Aww, you think I'm precious, I'm touched!" He shot back at her with an equal amount of sarcasm in his voice.
"Why you," Hermione started, but before she could finish Dumbledore approached them.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Dumbledore called. He gestured to them to follow him, and they silently obeyed.
They followed Dumbledore up the marble staircase, they followed him all the way to the top floor without a word. Finally, Dumbledore came stopped to a stopped in front of a portrait that started at the floor and stopped about a foot above Malfoy's head.
Hermione glanced at the portrait, her jaw dropped, it was of her, and Malfoy! Her portrait self, wearing a denim jacket, a cute little white shirt underneath that showed a thin line of her bare skin between the bottom of shirt and the waist of a pair of jeans she had on, was laying under the large tree out by the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts, her head resting in the portrait self of Malfoy, who was sitting against the tree's trunk, who was also wearing jeans, but had a navy blue shirt on that read, "I may be a flirt, but you're your girlfriend doesn't seem to mind" written in a light blue across the middle. He wasabsently stroking the curly brown hair of her portrait. He seemed to be pleasantly enjoying himself, looking down at her with loving eyes.
She stole a glance over at Malfoy, and saw that he, too, was utterly shocked by the portrait. Looking back at the portrait herself, she noticed that Malfoy was now falling asleep with her on his lap.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the Malfoy in the portrait woke up and looked at him, slightly annoyed, and whispered, "Professor, no offence, but could you lower your tone a slight bit, otherwise, you're going to wake my princess up," then he added with a smirk, "and, be warned, she not a morning princess."
"I'm sorry Mister Malfoy, of course," Dumbledore apologized to the Malfoy in the portrait, bringing his voice down to a bare whisper, "but as you are already aware I'm here with the new Head Boy, and Girl, you, of course know them, I'm sure."
The Malfoy in the portrait smirked, and looked around at the real Hermione, and Malfoy, who stood paralyzed with shock at the sight of the portrait. "You know you're pretty cute in person, princess." He whispered to the real Hermione, who without really thinking looked towards the ground, and blushed, even more than she had when Harry had kissed her on the cheek.
Now, it was Malloy's turn to steal a glance at Hermione, and he did so just in time to see her look down and blush. Interesting. He thought to himself, wait, why is that so interesting, it's not like I care, why the hell would I care what Hermione thinks of…wait, what did I just call her, that's not right, no, this is not right! Though, I have to agree with that portrait me, she is pretty cute in person. Okay, this is getting a little to weird, Malfoy thought, shaking his head.
"Well," Dumbledore whispered, smiling, "now that we've settled the matter of young Miss Granger's looks, shall we continue?"
"Of course Professor," the portrait Malfoy said, then added in a more business tone, "password."
"United." Dumbledore said, then added to Hermione, and Malfoy, "you may if you wish, change the password as you see fit, but you must both be present to do so, and don't think you can fool these two," he gestured to their portrait selves, who were, or more, Malfoy, was waiting for Dumbledore to finish his speech before he opened the portrait hole. Dumbledore then continued, "They have a keen eye, in the matter of noticing if you are really you. But I digress, you can also tell the password to anyone you wish, but be warned, and advised, not to spread it to eagerly around the school."
"Y…Yes, professor." Hermione spoke up for the first time since seeing the portrait.
"Mister Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked questionably, looking down at him though half-moon spectacles.
"Yes, Professor" Malfoy answered finally.
"Then lets processed," Dumbledore said, turning back to the portrait, and nodding that he was finished.
The Malfoy in the portrait inclined his head slightly and the portrait swung forwards, revealing a large doorway into the Heads common room.
"Ladies first, I believe," Dumbledore said, smiling at Hermione, gesturing that she go in first, then added to Malfoy, as she stepped through, "Mister Malfoy, if you please."
For the second time that night her jaw dropped, as Malfoy and Professor Dumbledore entered behind her. They had just entered a room of incredible size. The first thing Hermione spotted was in the very middle of the room, a water fountain. It had four different circular levels, all deposing water into the next slightly bigger level. It had one level in the ground, and in the middle was a circular piece of marble on top of which stood a pillar that held the next level of the fountain witch was a moderately large marble basin, about two feet above the first in the ground, then about a foot above that was another basin making up the next level of the fountain held up by another pillar of marble, finally half a foot above that was the last level of the fountain, it's basin was slightly different from the other basins, that had made up the rest of the fountain, which were quite shallow and over all plain. The basin at the top, however, was about a foot deep, and had mounted on the front, a lion's head, representing Gryffindor, no doubt, and wrapped around the rim of the basin was a serpent, representing Slytherin, of course, the head reaching into the middle of the basin looking up shot an everlasting stream of water up and down into the top basin, and then fell into the basin's below, one after another. All around the upper most basins, Hermione noticed, were handles, as though inviting anyone to dip their feet into the into the ground level pond of water.
Wow, Hermione thought walking towards the fountain, it's so pretty. She reached out and touched the falling water that fell smoothly from the top basin.
She pulled her hand away, and continued her exploration of the heads common room, off to one side of the portrait hole, where only Dumbledore now stood, as Malfoy was now looking around for himself, was a moderate sized kitchenette between a set of marble stairs, that resided in every corner of the common room. On the other side of the room, across from the kitchenette, in the middle of the other set of stairs was what made Hermione squeal with excitement, books! Tons of them, they filled the wall between the two staircases.
She ran over to the wall of books, and scanned the shelves eagerly.
'I thought that might of been your idea, Miss Granger." A gentle voice came from behind her; she turned, and saw Dumbledore smiling at her.
"My idea, sir?" Hermione asked, baffled, turning to face her Headmaster.
Dumbledore nodded, "Do you recall that small form that had come with your Head Girl badge?"
"Yes, I remember, sir." Hermione said, uncertainly, "Why, sir?"
"It was from that form, and," he inclined his head towards Malfoy, who was looking over at them from in front of a large fireplace on the opposite wall from the portrait hole, "Mister Malfoy's, too, of course, that helped design this room, and the rest of this splendid dormitory."
"The rest, and how much have you poked your nose into?" Malfoy shot Dumbledore, in a, frankly, rude, then added quickly, "sir."
Hermione saw where Malfoy was coming from, and she had to agree that he had a point. This dormitory was hers, and Malfoy's, how it looked was completely their business, no one else. To a certain extent, that is.
"Actually," Dumbledore answered with a smile, "this is the first time I've seem this room."
"Really?" Hermione asked; but we don't deserve all this? She thought to herself.
"Yes," Dumbledore answered, then, as though he had read her mind, added, "and you've worked hard the past years, and deserve every inch of it."
Hermione smiled.
"Now, I think, I'll leave you two at that." Dumbledore said with another smile, and departed through the portrait hole.
"Thank you, professor." Hermione called, as he left.
Maybe this will turn out to be better than I first thought. Hermione thought as she turned back to the shelf of books pulled one down, and sat down in one of the many comfy armchairs that were scatter throughout the common room, and began to read it.
"You're just going to read?" A voice asked.
Hermione looked up to see Malfoy staring at her from across the room by the fireplace that roared with lively fire.
"You have a problem with that?" I snapped, getting annoyed.
"No," Malfoy stated flatly, he stared at Hermione for a few more moments before turning on his heels and exiting the room through one, of the two, high glass doors that lead to the one magnificent balcony that stretched all along the wall outside.
"Suit yourself." He called, as he stepped out onto the balcony, into the cool night air.
Without even thinking Hermione got up replaced her book on it's shelve and followed Malfoy outside.
"Thought you were reading." Malfoy said as Hermione walked onto the balcony.
He was sitting on the railing of the balcony, looking up at the stars that were just making their appearance in the night sky. He hadn't looked over when she walked out; he just continued to gaze at the night sky.
"I changed my mind." Hermione retorted hotly, as she strolled over to the railing, a few feet from him, placed her hands on top and looked up at the moon which hung high over the Forbidden Forest.
Why does she have to look so hot! Malfoy thought, as he looked down from the sky and rested he's sights on the girl who stood only a few feet from him, but he knew was completely out of his reach.
Wait a minute; Draco thought to himself, did I just call her hot? She a mudblood, why the hell would I think she's hot, and why would I even want to touch her?
Maybe, because she is hot, and perhaps, you want to touch her, because you like what you see, a voice spoke out from the back of his mind.
No she's not! Another voice shot, and I don't want to touch her, or, do I like what I see!
Yes, she is hot, and you do like what you see! Just admit it! The first voice ordered him.
No I won't, because it's not true! The second replied angrily.
Not wanting to end up doing something he would regret, he jumped down from the railing, and walked towards the door that lead inside.
"I'm going to bed." Malfoy announced as he came to the door, his hands behind his head, trying to sound as casual as he could.
"What, you want me to tuck you in, and sing you a lullaby?" Hermione voice called out from behind him.
"That would be nice." He replied, allowing a small smile to dance across his lips as he entered the common room.
Hermione watched as Malfoy went inside, then looking back up at the sky, she smiled. She didn't know why she was smiling, but she continued to smile nonetheless.
After about five minutes, a cold wind picked up outside, and she decided, with a shiver, to go back inside.
When she walked inside, she noticed Malfoy sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace; he had his elbows on his knees, and his chin rested in his hands in such a way, that you couldn't see his mouth. He was staring unblinkingly at the roaring fire; he seemed to be quite deep in thought.
"Thought you were going to bed?" Hermione asked him in a mocking tone.
Malfoy's head snapped in Hermione's direction, as he was pulled from his thoughts, by her voice. For a moment he just stared at her, then, with an odd smile Hermione had never seen, he, at least, said, "I was waiting for my lullaby."
"Well, too bad, I'm going to bed, you'll just have to sing yourself to sleep."
Malfoy didn't say anything, he just looked at her. She was the one, and only, girl he could never have, she was, untouchable, and it surprised Malfoy about just how much that fact hurt him. He realized that the girl he shared a dorm with, the girl he could never touch, was the girl he wanted the most.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then, without another word, started up the stairs to have a look around, forgetting that she had said she was going to go to bed.
As she made her way up to the second floor, Hermione noticed, out of the corner of her eye that Malfoy had gotten up, and was now following her up the stairs.
She reached the landing of the second floor and looked around, it had one door halfway down the hall. Hermione, with Draco behind her, walked up to the door, and entered.
"Wow!" Hermione uttered softly, she entered the bathroom.
"Have to say, they out did themselves this year." Came a voice from behind her.
She turned and saw Malfoy looking around in slight satisfaction. She turned back to admire the bathroom herself, without a word to him. Silently, she did agree with him, the bathroom was amazing; Professor Dumbledore really had out done himself.
In the middle was a gigantic bath, the size of a standard swimming pool. About fifty different knobs lined the edge, she walked over and examined them, each, was either labeled "Bubbles", or "Water". Some, also, had a different scent, from flowers of all sorts, to ones like "fresh baked bread", "chocolate", and "cinnamon".
Hermione brought her eyes away from a tap labeled "Lilac", and continued to look around the Heads bathroom, all around the walls were towels, folded on shelves. By the door there were two hooks, on which hung two terry cloth robes. On the collar of one robe, Hermione saw, was the name Draco Malfoy, written in Slytherin green. On the other robe, on it's collar, was written her name, Hermione Granger, written in Gryffindor Red.
With one last look at the bathroom, Hermione left to see where her bedroom was; Draco followed.
Hermione noticed that the second floor was not all connected, it lined opposite walls. Hermione looked across from in front of the bathroom door, and saw that there were two doors on the other second floor landing, more then likely hers and Malfoys' bedroom's. She walked down to the common room, and then, across to one of the, two, other staircases on the opposite side of the room, and went up.
Draco, however, instead of following Hermione, like he had been for the last few minutes, took the other set of stairs that led to the same landing, and walked into one of the two rooms.
When Hermione reached the landing she went up to the other door, the one Draco hadn't gone into, and noticed that carved into the large oak door was:
Head Girl
Hermione Granger
Hermione smiled as she opened the door to her room. The smiled widened as she took in the beautiful room beyond, it was Red, and Gold, the Gryffindor colours. There was a large king-sized bed off to one side with red covers, which had, embroidered on the front of them, her initials, H G. A few, plush looking, deep red, armchairs were scattered around, here, and there.
Beside her bed was a side table with a lamp, beside that was a desk, and chair. The far wall had two high arched windows, and there, between them, were double glass doors that led out to her very own, private, balcony. On the other wall, opposite her bed, were two doors, one had a carving of a Mermaid, the other one was totally blank.
She walked up to the door with the mermaid and poked her head inside, it was a bathroom, much smaller then the other one, and contained only a sink and toilet. She closed the door, and turned her attention to the door with nothing on it.
A/N- Well, another chapter over and done with, still kind of short, I know, andI'm so sorry about that.You know what happens, now, please Read&Review! Byes, see you in the next chapter!